Ian Singleton
I was exhibiting at The National Crafts Fair in Sandown Park Racecourse in Surrey and had booked some digs in a nearby town. I arrived at the house early evening and after arranging an early breakfast for the next morning, went to the pub.
Next morning as I came down from my room I was overtook on the stairs by a frenzied landlady in a large red dressing gown with a fag hanging from her mouth.
Before I reached the door to the breakfast room I heard the ping from a microwave and as I sat down she presented me with a plate of greasy bacon and an egg swimming in some white coloured liquid and a mug with a tea bag dunked in it. She then tittled off back to bed.
I looked at it still sizzling from the microwave and smelling like something I once made in a chemistry lesson and decided "There is no way I am going to eat that slosh" "Pass it over here then, I'll have it" said the bloke who was sat on the next table. And that was how I met Ian Singleton.
Ian is one of those rare people who you instantly find yourself comfortable with whether you are male or female. He is one of the most likeable blokes I have ever met. We went out for a drink that first night we met and I found myself telling him things I wouldn't tell anyone I'd known for years. ( he is blackmailing me now ).
Since that night we have become great friends and although we don't see each other much now I know he is out there still enjoying the travelling and selling and socialising (drinking). He will crop up in various situations throughout this diary.
Published: 19th April 2006 | Back to Watercolour Memories.
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